Chapter 122: To the Brilliant Person (Please Collect, Read, and Vote Monthly)

When the beautiful singing echoed throughout the venue, everyone's attention was attracted.

Although the aerial theater does not have as many people as a large stadium, it is a professional theater with excellent sound effects and echo design.

In such an environment, the singer's voice is depicted to the greatest extent, and everyone is immersed in the pleasant singing voice.

It had been half an hour since the concert started, and He Ao had to admit that there was a reason why Qi was so popular. Not only was she good-looking, she also had strong professional qualities.

He walked up to a person who was quietly listening to music with a broom and said, "Raise your feet."

"Ah good."

The man glanced at him and raised his feet.

He Ao used a broom to sweep away the garbage under his feet. At the same time, he pressed the hidden switch on the broom. Some colorless and transparent things fell under the broom and were spread evenly on the ground by the broom.

After taking care of it, He Ao carried the broom and dustpan and continued to move along the edge of the venue.

At this moment, he noticed a thin man in staff uniform in front of him slowly placing a yellow warning pillar against the wall.

He Ao raised his eyebrows and watched the man's movements while sweeping the floor. The man did not notice He Ao. After he put down the pillar, he carefully adjusted it for about five or six minutes and left after confirming that there was no problem with the position of the pillar. .

After he left for a while, He Ao slowly walked to the pillar. This pillar was different from ordinary pillars. Through the ability of spectators, He Ao could vaguely feel that this pillar was guiding his emotions intentionally or unintentionally. .

It seems to be some kind of extraordinary item with weak abilities.

He Ao raised his head and walked past the pillar.

And the moment he passed by, his broom tilted slightly, and the pillar that had been carefully placed was knocked five or six centimeters to the right.

Then He Ao continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

This time, in addition to sweeping away the trash, he also focused on the pillars that suddenly appeared on the ground.

Some of the pillars were indeed placed unreasonably. It was quite reasonable for someone to accidentally walk by and knock the pillar off next to the crowd.

So whenever He Ao walked by, these placed pillars would always "accidentally" shift a little to the side.

At the same time, he also kept in mind the placement of these pillars.

When another hour and a half passed, He Ao had already scanned most of the venue, and he had already reached the VIP area of ​​the infield.

He took a broom and dustpan in his hand and swept all the way without anyone stopping him.

Even though he was wearing a big black windbreaker that didn't fit the look of a cleaner, and he was 1.9 meters tall, he was very conspicuous in the crowd.

As time passed, He Ao came to the front row.

Compared with the crowded back row where you can only stand and stand shoulder to shoulder, the position here is quite spacious. These soft luxury seats can even be folded backwards, allowing the audience to adjust a comfortable posture for listening to music.

Sitting on these luxurious seats, you can clearly see the beautiful figure of the blonde girl jumping up and down on the stage, and you can carefully observe the exquisite figure of this idol singer who is popular throughout the federation.

Near this position, the sound is also specially adjusted, and the most perfect sound is heard at every position.

He Ao walked to an empty seat, lightly swept the garbage under the seat, then extended the broom to the seat next to him, and tapped the ground lightly, "Please, lift your feet."

Sitting in the seat next to the empty seat was a tall and handsome man wearing a neat white suit.

When the man heard what He Ao said, he turned around and was a little surprised when he saw He Ao. Then he stretched out his hand to take the broom and dustpan from He Ao's hand, "I'll help you."

"It's okay," He Ao looked at him calmly, "Lift your feet."

The man was a little stunned, then he smiled and raised his feet. He Ao swept away the garbage under his feet, and sprinkled the transparent extraordinary material.

"Are you dressed like this for cleaning?"

The man looked at He Ao doubtfully, "Sorry, I mean you are more like a mercenary or a killer or a powerful warrior, which is kind of cool."

"I swept most of the field, and you were the only one who looked up at me."

He Ao shrugged and put away the broom and dustpan, "Most people don't care what the person sweeping away the garbage at their feet looks like, if there are other more important things in front of them that can attract their attention, such as a grand During the concert, they wouldn’t even look at whether the ‘cleaner’ next to me was wearing clothes that didn’t suit him, so what I wore actually didn’t make any difference.”

"Very," the man was stunned for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully, "Very philosophical."

Then he looked at He Ao and asked softly, "Don't you know me?"

"Why should I know you?"

He Ao frowned and turned around to leave.

He actually knows this man, this man is Christos, but this is indeed the first time he has met Christos offline.

In the last dungeon, the two even talked on the phone. Of course, at that time, his identity was still Regit.

"It seems that I am a little narcissistic," Christos laughed, and then he looked at He Ao, "Your philosophy just convinced me, can I ask you a question? Ask you from the perspective of a stranger. one question."

"Except for math problems, for most questions, the person asking the question already has the answer in mind. Asking is just asking for support from others."

He Ao glanced at the girl jumping on the stage, holding the broom and dustpan with one hand, and reaching into his pocket with the other hand. He looked at Christos, "What's the problem?"

But he did wonder what questions Christos would ask.

"What if," Christos smiled, leaned on the soft chair, and looked at the girl who was still singing on the stage.

"I mean, if you already have enough food and clothing, and have achieved a very high reputation and status, but you have an...well...an ideal that is not very realistic, this ideal will do you no good, and may even be abandoned. You lose your comfortable life, but it can benefit many people, allowing many, many people to have houses to live in, food to eat, and medical treatment for their illnesses.

You now have an excellent opportunity. You only need to take one step forward to have a chance... There is such a very, very small chance to realize this grand ideal, and the price of taking this step is that you will have many more enemies. ···”

"how many?"

"Probably, the whole world," Christos smiled, "The entire Dawn, no, the entire Federation may be your enemy. You may die at any time. If it were you, would you do it?"

"Listening to your story, this seems to be a good thing for most people at first sight, so why would you be an enemy of the Federation? So," He Ao tilted his head and looked at him doubtfully, "Who can represent the Federation?"

Who can represent the Federation?

This sentence hit Christos like a heavy hammer in his heart, and he fell into silence for a long time.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have entered a serious misunderstanding.

Is the Federation a federation of the people or a federation of conglomerates?

When Christos came to his senses, Ho Ao had already walked away with the dustpan and broom, surrounded by noisy noises.

The blond girl on the stage covered the microphone in her hand and looked at the excited audience with a smile.

"Next, is my last song. This song is not my new song, but an eight-hundred-year-old song that I dug out from the old papers. We recreated it on its broken score. I composed and wrote this song, I hope everyone likes it.”

"This song is, the original federal national anthem, "To the Glorious Ones""